Love is dead(Tom riddle x oc)

The mysterious journal

Love, it's stupid, it's not real, love is dead

That is what I thought, I gave up on love for years I yearned for love from my parents, peers, someone special. I just wanted to be held and not let go, but it never came.....so I gave up

Until I met him, his handsome looks and charm Drew me in I knew it was not right but he made me feel so, loved. He had me wrapped around his finger, he could have done what ever he wanted with me, but he did not, he truly loved me more then the hero of the story ever did and ever could.....maybe being in love with the villain of the story is not as bad as it sounds.

Let me take you back to the day it all happened, the day my forbidden love story started.

August 1, 2016
I was making sure I have everything I needed for the new school year, I realized I didn't have my cauldron I suspected it was in the basement so I made my way down there. Basement is pretty cluttered with old Family heirlooms, I start digging around but nothing but old Quidditch sweaters, books, and other Gryffindor items. Finally I find it sitting in a far back corner almost like it was hidden" why would this be back here" I quietly ask myself out loud, I shrug it off and grab the cauldron that's when I hear wired rattling I look inside my cauldron to see an old journal of some sorts, it had a big hole right through the middle and the pages were crinkly and puffed up as If they were submerged in water.I was going to further examine it when I hear my father calling" Harper hurry up we need to leave" I roll my eyes and run up the stairs the Journal still rattling within my cauldron "I'll look at this later" i think to my self as my dad starts the car so we can be on are way to Kings Cross station.

Location: Hogwarts Express

I'm on the train quietly reading my favorite book in a empty compartment when I here "hey freak" I look up to see my old  Brother Jonathan he's the favorite tall brown hair captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team and the most popular guy at Hogwarts standing in the doorway. "hi Jonathan" I say rolling my eyes and looking back down at my book " God I was just saying hi you don't need to be a jerk" he spits " i'm not being a jerk I'm just trying to focus on my book" I say now getting angry closing my book standing up and getting In his face. He was about to say something else when we hear "wow wow clam down you to" we look over to see my best friend Sophia she's a short beautiful girl with dark skin and curly brown hair a Ravenclaw she's very bright and creative girl not to mention the best friend you can have."Sophia!!" Shout running up to her to give her a hug "I have missed you so much" Sophia was with her grandma all summer so I didn't get to see her "I missed you to but you don't want to get points taken away when we're not even to school yet" she chuckles "you guys are lame bye losers" Jonathan states pulling us out of our moment for walking away down the hall compartments. Me and Sophia Shabbat or summer and what we're excited for the school year until we finally arrive at Hogwarts.

Location: Slytherin girls dormitory

We arrive at Hogwarts but I wasn't really in the mood I told Sophia that I wasn't hungry and I was just going to go to bed so here I am sitting in the girls dormetry alone. That's when I remember the weird journal from earlier,I hop off my bed and walk over to my cauldron and grab the journal from the inside. As I walk back to my bed I realize in little gold writing at the bottom says the words tom marvolo riddle. "Where have I heard this name before" I thought to my self, I was not quite sure so I shrugged it off and started flipping through the pages seeing if I can find anything interesting but to my dismay nothing, all the pages were just blank. I threw the journal away in a tin bucket in the corner of the dormitory I mean what was my use for a destroyed empty notebook right, I decided it was time for me to go to bed I drifted off to sleep thinking about what tomorrow's day is going to hold every so often thought of who the journal belonged to crossing my mind "who is Tom riddle and why do my parents have his diary".